We watched him step out,
awkward crimson cape unfurling,
and try to take off. You
should have seen the look on
his face. Then he tried to lift
a car to no avail. Finally, in
an act of desperation, he started
peeping at some ladies, but no
x-ray vision could be found.
Now he feeds pigeons in the park
and talks about the glory days.
Sometimes a kid will walk up to
him and ask what the S stands for.